this is not about christmas at all
i have a memory:
i am three years old and about to watch jim henson's "the storyteller" on tv. my aunt joann is babysitting me. suddenly she tells me that my cousin amanda is coming over...
my night is wrecked. i scream, i cry, i break the lego castle i just built.
things didn't change much over the next eighteen years. the thought of my cousins never failed to put me in a panic. even when they moved to georgia...
amanda moved back tonight. i emptied out the closet at my parents' house. furniture is being rearranged.
tonight...as i drove her car from slidell back to woodridge blvd (she: slightly stoned in the passenger seat), i had the above-mentioned memory.
in a way, it doesn't matter. then, a part of me thinks it won't work out. a practical part of me is sure it's for the best...
then the fuck-all-irrational part of me is totally pissed and looking for a lego castle to smash.
with love,
km
i am three years old and about to watch jim henson's "the storyteller" on tv. my aunt joann is babysitting me. suddenly she tells me that my cousin amanda is coming over...
my night is wrecked. i scream, i cry, i break the lego castle i just built.
things didn't change much over the next eighteen years. the thought of my cousins never failed to put me in a panic. even when they moved to georgia...
amanda moved back tonight. i emptied out the closet at my parents' house. furniture is being rearranged.
tonight...as i drove her car from slidell back to woodridge blvd (she: slightly stoned in the passenger seat), i had the above-mentioned memory.
in a way, it doesn't matter. then, a part of me thinks it won't work out. a practical part of me is sure it's for the best...
then the fuck-all-irrational part of me is totally pissed and looking for a lego castle to smash.
with love,
km